No Feast is Good, the Imperial Tutor's Scheme

The most luxurious restaurant in the chaotic city, "Tianxianglou".

In an elegant and quiet room, the air is filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

Chu Shuwen sat at the end of the table, his face gloomy, and he remained silent.

He glanced at the woman opposite him from time to time, his eyes filled with complex emotions: resentment, bitterness, and, more than anything, a regret that he himself was unwilling to admit.

Jiang Yining sat calmly, holding Jiang Lei in her arms.

She didn't even glance at the delicacies on the table, but instead used a pair of white jade chopsticks to slowly and methodically pick up some chopped spiritual fruits for Jiang Lei.

Jiang Lei ate expressionlessly, his purple-gold eyes occasionally lifting to glance at the man sitting in the main seat.

"Your son is indeed extraordinary."

Chu Jinglan put down his wine glass, the bottom of which collided with the table with a crisp sound.

He spoke with a smile, his gaze falling on Jiang Lei.

"While ordinary children are still learning to speak, your son already possesses a dignified and refined demeanor."

Jiang Yining paused for a moment.

She raised her head, her face revealing a touch of pride as a mother, mixed with a hint of humility.

"You flatter me, sir."

"This child is just... a bit precocious."

Chu Jinglan pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, making his gaze behind the lenses difficult to discern.

"More than just precocious."

His tone was gentle, but his words were sharp as knives.

"Judging from your son's physique, he is born with a lightning-like body and possesses sword intent. Such talent cannot be explained by simply saying 'precocious.'"

"Your son's father must be some exceptionally talented swordsman, right?"

coming.

Jiang Yining sneered inwardly.

The fox's tail has finally been revealed.

She lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes concealing the calculation in her eyes, and her voice carried a hint of sadness.

"Sir, you jest."

"My son, you have no father."

"He's just... a bastard who came from who-knows-where."

Her tone was indifferent, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

"Bang!"

Chu Shuwen slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

"Jiang Yining! Have you no shame?!"

"You dare bring your bastard child with that other man in front of your uncle!"

Jiang Yining didn't even bother to give him a glance.

Chu Jinglan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"Books and texts".

He spoke calmly.

Chu Shuwen's body stiffened. Despite his resentment, he sat back down angrily.

"I misspoke."

Chu Jinglan gave Jiang Yining an apologetic smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"I'm just very curious, how does a woman like you, with a child, manage to establish yourself in this chaotic city?"

"After all, this is not a safe place."

"Just lucky."

Jiang Yining's answer was watertight.

"When we first arrived, we encountered some ignorant bandits, but they were scared away by this child, and afterwards no one dared to mess with us."

She pinned everything on Jiang Lei, perfectly portraying a weak mother who could only survive by relying on her son.

Chu Jinglan's smile deepened.

He raised his glass and offered a toast to Jiang Yining from afar.

"Your beauty has captivated me."

"Why don't you tell us your true origins and what you rely on?"

His voice underwent a strange change at that moment.

It was no longer gentle and clear, but rather carried a grandeur and majesty that seemed to emanate from the very soul.

"I can find a better place for you and your son."

The true words of Confucianism and Taoism.

These four words, like a decree from the heavens, carried an irresistible force and crashed into Jiang Yining's sea of ​​consciousness.

Her consciousness went blank for a moment.

The gentle and refined man before them suddenly became incredibly tall, as if he had transformed into a saint who held the laws of heaven and earth.

His voice echoed in her soul, guiding her, commanding her, and compelling her to reveal all her secrets.

Just as Jiang Yining was about to lose her composure...

"Buzz!"

Within her dantian, the long-dormant Wanling Divine Tree suddenly trembled.

A vast, ancient, and supreme divine aura awakened from the withered branches.

The roots of the sacred tree unfolded in her sea of ​​consciousness, easily devouring the invading power of Confucian and Taoist mantras.

It even shook its branches, conveying an even stronger desire, as if it hadn't had enough.

—Not enough! I want more!

Jiang Yining's eyes regained their clarity.

Her heart was pounding, and her back was covered in a cold sweat.

Such ruthless methods.

If it weren't for the protection of the sacred tree, I would have become the other party's puppet with just this one sentence.

This man was a hundred times more dangerous than she had imagined.

And...it made her even more eager.

An unnatural flush appeared on Jiang Yining's face.

Her eyes began to glaze over, and her body started to sway.

"Sir... what did you say... I can't hear you..."

She seemed drunk; her words were slurred.

Chu Jinglan looked at her reaction, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes behind his glasses.

Is it blocked?

How could anyone possibly block his Confucian and Taoist teachings?

Although he only used less than one-tenth of his power, it was still something that a Foundation Establishment cultivator could not withstand.

She did indeed harbor a great secret.

In the instant he was pondering.

Jiang Yining's body went limp, as if she had completely lost her strength, and she fell straight down in his direction.

Chu Jinglan subconsciously reached out and pulled that warm, soft body into his arms.

The woman's unique scent, a blend of fresh, natural fragrance, wafted into his nostrils.

It has a very unique aroma.

A soft, boneless little hand rested limply on his arm.

At her fingertips, from an angle unseen by anyone, a section of nail, sharpened to the point of being razor-sharp, quietly peeked out.

It's now!

Jiang Yining silently recited the command in her mind, and suddenly slashed downwards with the fingers that were resting on his arm!

The target was the clearly visible blue vein on his wrist!

However, the expected sensation of skin being torn open did not come.

Her fingernails seemed to be scratching against the hardest, ancient iron.

With a soft "whoosh".

Not only was there no scratch, but not even a white mark was left.

Instead, the shock made her fingertips go numb.

Jiang Yining's heart sank.

Failed.

He possessed a protective aura of extremely high quality, which she couldn't break through with her current strength.

"girl."

A cheerful voice rang out above her head.

The voice was low and carried a hint of heat as it brushed against her ear.

"Throwing yourself into someone's arms isn't done this way."

Chu Jinglan embraced her, lowered his head, and his handsome face was almost touching her cheek.

His deep eyes, peering through his gold-rimmed glasses, were watching her with great interest.

That look in his eyes seemed to have seen through all her pretense.

"Or perhaps, you're quite interested in my appearance, young lady?"